Untouched Memories (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 12: A matter of hiding

Charlie’s POV:

 Boredom is infinite in a hospital.

The sterile white walls cling to the stench of over cleanliness and the small television in front of my bed hums away as it plays reruns of Pretty Little Liars and Friends.

Harry has gone down to the café with the other boys and Eleanor; I told him that I was alright up here by myself. Honestly, now I regret that decision.

All I can hear is the beeping of my heart rate monitor, making sure I’m still alive.

The curtain opens with a blinding sound and the nurse, Tris, strides in with my folder in her arms.

“I’m just updating some stats and then I have some news to tell you” She tells me as she walk over to jot down my heart rate, blood pressure and other information relevant to the folder.

“So” She begins, “You will be well enough to leave in one or two days”

 “Really?” I ask, astonished.

“Yes, really. You have no obvious signs of serious concussion, and your bruises are healing well. The gash on your head has been stitched up and will be ready to go once it stops bleeding, which it looks like it almost has”

“Thankyou so much!” I tell her. I can’t believe it. I have been here for nearly a week and although it doesn’t sound like a long time, when all you see it white, its time enough to want to get out.

“I’ll be back soon Charlie, call me if you need anything” Tris tells me as she walks out of the room.

 I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed. And have my own shower, eat my own food. God, how long has it been since I’ve been in my own bed at home? A week and a half?

With all the filming of the video, I’d forgotten how much time had passed. It felt like I hadn’t been home in forever.

I wonder when Casey will want to see me, she hasn’t come into the hospital and I haven’t had any calls from her, although El said that she knew about what happened and will give me time to recover before putting me in shoots again.

Hopefully I can go home and watch some movies with El in our lounge room. And maybe Harry and Louis can come over.

Then I can fix everything that went wrong with Harry and I, and we can go back to how it was before they went to Canada.

I’m praying he will forgive me… I need him to forgive me.

Even now, where he has come to the hospital for me, he doesn’t look at me the same. He tells me everything is ok and that I shouldn’t worry about what I did, but I know it’s bothering him.

Where is Matt now? Harry didn’t catch him after he left me in the change rooms. What if I have to work with him again? Would Casey do that to me? Surely not, there must be some way to avoid him completely.

Without warning, Harry storms into the room and sits down next to my bed in a frustrated manner. I wait for him to start talking, but he doesn’t, so I clear my throat to get his attention.

“Ah, Harry? Is everything alright?” I ask him cautiously.

“No, well… no” He stumbles and stands from the chair to pace around the room.

 “What’s wrong?”

“They want you to leave, well, not really leave… hide for a while. Until everything passes over, you know, with Matt and all that. And well, everyone knows about it now. Like, all our fans. And you have some fans too Charlie, you do. But, the thing is, some people don’t like you very much. They think we are together and they don’t like that and they hate you and they are on Matt’s side of the story. God, Charlie. I don’t know where they want you to go. But they don’t want me to have anything to do with you.” Harry rambles on, until I interrupt him.

“Who wants me to do this?”

“Management” Harry spits through his teeth, clearly becoming more and more frustrated as the time moved on. He now has his hands in fists and is tensing then so hard I can see veins popping up through his skin.

 “Harry, breathe, calm down”

“No, Charlie, they can’t control you like this!”

“We will work something out Harry! Just calm down!” my voice becomes weaker as he becomes more and more frightening. He stops and looks at me his eyes soften at the edges, and the grip of his hands lessens. He strides over to the side of my bed and takes my hand in his.

“They can’t take you away Charlie, it won’t happen.” His voice is a lot softer now. “Maybe I could stay with you until we go back on tour?”

Of course, I forgot about that. One Direction were starting another tour again, leaving Eleanor and I alone for months at a time. “There is a month until we go on tour, can I stay with you? Wherever you are? I just don’t want you to get hurt again”

“Harry, are you sure it’s a good idea we stay together?” I reply. I look over at him and his eyes become sad. “I mean are we just going to forget everything that happened, and start over?”

 He waits a while before answering.

“I want to protect you, but if you don’t want me there I can just visit you?”

“How about we just take each day as it comes and just try and start again?” I ask. Hopeful he will be content with this decision.

He smiles, leans in and kisses me on the forehead.

“Sounds good to me” he replies

 “Where will they take me?”

“I don’t know yet, but it will be for a few weeks at least, maybe even a month that you have to hide”

“Who am I hiding from?”

“Fans, paparazzi, media. They all know what happened to you now Charlie, someone told them”

“Do they all know Matt?”

 “Kind of, his getting famous now but not for the right reasons, people are saying that you were involved with him and you were attacked by someone unknown. They don’t know that he did it”

Of course, that arsehole would use my misfortune as a benefit to him. All he wanted was to be a big model, now he will have that.

Here comes Model, Matt Cipinsky at every famous party in England and America. Yes, he was the one who dated Charlie Wilson, the girl who got attacked.

Jerk.

The guy is a total jerk.

I will do anything I can to stay away from him.

 Suddenly, spending a month in hiding doesn’t sound too bad, and I start thinking that I could do with a month of peace and quiet. After all, my mind needs a break at the moment.